The Queen of Gossip

It was only then that Su Wanqing noticed that Luo Xichen's body was in a mess, there were two torn places on the cuffs, and his body was also gray. He couldn't have escaped from hunting all night, could he?

"How are you? Are you injured?" Su Wanqing grabbed Luo Xichen's arm nervously, but it caused him to moan in pain.

"What's the matter?" Su Wanqing let go of her hand hastily, but saw that blood began to ooze out of the right arm that was grabbed just now, and traces began to smudge outward.

Su Wanqing was startled, her hands trembled a little, she opened the sleeves of his shirt, and saw that the wound was simply bandaged with a white cloth, and when she untied the white cloth, a deep wound with bone visible appeared on her right arm.

"Follow me to the hospital!" Su Wanqing almost screamed out.

"It's just a small injury, just bandage it up." Luo Xichen wrapped the white cloth back again.

Su Wanqing's face was sullen: "Is this considered a minor injury?!"

Luo Xichen nodded, and said with a slight smile: "After working with the Dawson Chamber of Commerce for so many years, almost every fight will leave a little trace."

"Besides, I don't like hospitals. The smell of disinfectant makes me sick." Luo Xichen had Luo Xichen's stubbornness.

"Wait for me." Seeing him like this, Su Wanqing had to go downstairs to get the medicine box that was still on the table.

Su Wanqing opened the bedroom door, placed Luo Xichen on the soft chair, and began to carefully treat his wound.

Because the wound is above the elbow fossa, it is inconvenient to treat it from below.

The moment Luo Xichen unbuttoned his jacket, Su Wanqing's eyes touched his strong and fair chest and the scars, old or new, all over it, and her heart still twitched violently.

There are so many wounds on his body!

Su Wanqing helped him unbutton the shirt on the right side of his body, revealing half of his bare back, which was covered with more scars than his chest.

"Why are there so many? How have you lived these years?" Su Wanqing's voice was full of unbearable, and even the hands holding the gauze and iodophor trembled uncontrollably.

The corners of Luo Xichen's lips curled up slightly, and a trace of vicissitudes was rarely seen on his immature face, and he said: "This is the world of the mafia, I have long been used to it."

No wonder he said that the injury on his arm was just a minor injury. No wonder he said he hated hospitals. If a person has been admitted to the hospital countless times due to injuries, he definitely hates that kind of place.

Su Wanqing sighed, and said, "Hold on, the flesh and blood scabs from the wound are stuck to the white cloth, and I will clean it up for you."

Luo Xichen nodded, and during the whole process, he really didn't say a word, just watched her focused movements quietly from above, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Wan Qing." He called her softly.

"Huh? What's the matter? Did it hurt you?" Su Wanqing stopped her hands and raised her flustered little face.

"No." Luo Xichen looked a little nervous, and asked tentatively, "Are you still blaming me?"

Su Wanqing shook her head, in fact, the moment she saw his body covered in scars, the last coldness in her heart also turned into soft fingers.

Such a man, what qualifications does she have to accuse him?Who has the right to doubt him?

He has his own world, and it is impossible for him to put all his thoughts on falling in love. He is still very young, his wings are still immature, and he is too easy to be hurt.